I thought it was about time I put finger to keys and start tap-tap-tapping away to introduced my Dolores properly and how it was that I came about getting her so without further ado, her she is ...
It wasn't a long-drawn-out years of planning and saving sort of idea and the thought of owning a Bentley was only ever a pipe dream. My realistic vision was to eventually change my lovely, reliable and faithful C-class Mercedes-Benz, that I had had for many, years, covering oodles of miles in commuting and for NHS working in the community and what I had longed for was an E-class convertible.
I had previously owned a Mercedes CLK coupe and this was the model that the convertible was known as prior to becoming the E-class. Anyway, I loved the coupe, so the convertible was what I was after for my next car.
Time passed, things happened and plans changed as they do, retirement came, sold a big house downsized into a lovely bungalow having moving back to my home town after 30 years working in Bristol with everything sorted and a few bob to spare … enter Dolores …
Now those of you that know me, are well aware I don't do things by half and am not the sort of person to rush into anything, so you can imagine here we have a Ruby351 on a mission!
Days roll into weeks roll into months, calluses on finger tips, two new laptops bought, purple (not red) eyes and bags on bags on bags under them and relentlessly trawled every car sales place I could find, through out the day and night going over and over the same car's specs again and again. Yes I would settle on the short list, but was never quite happy until suddenly a car came up from Marlow Cars, that's right in Marlow.
Gave him a tinkle on the phone, nice fellow, but he had a number of interested parties already (!!!) but one had said he wanted her so I was too late. He then seemed a bit sort of hesitant on the phone, something about he wanted the easiest route possible and apparently the gent interested in the car, wanted him to deliver her up to Scotland, which he said he was prepared to do so, but he would rather not if he didn't have to, anyway, he was waiting to hear back from him so I was asked to call back some time later which I did.
Now I am not usually the pushy type, but I really liked this car, it was the best deal all round and my gut said today is the day to be NO SHRINKING VIOLET … so I gave it everything I have - cash sitting in the bank, can come up now if he like to view and collect puff-puff-pant- pant, whatever you like sir, your wish is my command, and then with a short but pregnant pause …
The date was arranged and the deal was done, needless to say he wouldn't budge a penny on the price - I did ask but felt a twit in doing so, as I new full well it was worth every penny.
I asked my brother-in-law if he would take us up there and I don't know if he was more excited about it than us, but anyway, it was really good of him, as we were a nervous reck by the time we got there.
He had arranged the visit at his home, what can I say other that very impressive! We pulled up to the gates and he let us in, drove up the drive and there was Dolores, top down and breath taking, while I was flushed and mesmerised by her magnificence combined with the disbelief that in a very short time, we will be driving away in her.
There was a Bentley Continental; Flying spur under the huge open front wooden and tiled roof car port and alongside of that was a Rolls Royce but other than that everything became a haze.
We took a walk around Dolores, a look inside and I sat inside and that was a test drive and then went about paying for her! Yep … decision was made to have her from the very first phone call, so I didn't need to take her out for a spin and anyway, tell me this, what do I know about Bentleys anyway?
The next two hours were an absolutely harrowing nightmare and no papers were even signed yet so the story goes on ...
It wasn't a long-drawn-out years of planning and saving sort of idea and the thought of owning a Bentley was only ever a pipe dream. My realistic vision was to eventually change my lovely, reliable and faithful C-class Mercedes-Benz, that I had had for many, years, covering oodles of miles in commuting and for NHS working in the community and what I had longed for was an E-class convertible.
I had previously owned a Mercedes CLK coupe and this was the model that the convertible was known as prior to becoming the E-class. Anyway, I loved the coupe, so the convertible was what I was after for my next car.
Time passed, things happened and plans changed as they do, retirement came, sold a big house downsized into a lovely bungalow having moving back to my home town after 30 years working in Bristol with everything sorted and a few bob to spare … enter Dolores …
Now those of you that know me, are well aware I don't do things by half and am not the sort of person to rush into anything, so you can imagine here we have a Ruby351 on a mission!
Days roll into weeks roll into months, calluses on finger tips, two new laptops bought, purple (not red) eyes and bags on bags on bags under them and relentlessly trawled every car sales place I could find, through out the day and night going over and over the same car's specs again and again. Yes I would settle on the short list, but was never quite happy until suddenly a car came up from Marlow Cars, that's right in Marlow.
Gave him a tinkle on the phone, nice fellow, but he had a number of interested parties already (!!!) but one had said he wanted her so I was too late. He then seemed a bit sort of hesitant on the phone, something about he wanted the easiest route possible and apparently the gent interested in the car, wanted him to deliver her up to Scotland, which he said he was prepared to do so, but he would rather not if he didn't have to, anyway, he was waiting to hear back from him so I was asked to call back some time later which I did.
Now I am not usually the pushy type, but I really liked this car, it was the best deal all round and my gut said today is the day to be NO SHRINKING VIOLET … so I gave it everything I have - cash sitting in the bank, can come up now if he like to view and collect puff-puff-pant- pant, whatever you like sir, your wish is my command, and then with a short but pregnant pause …
The date was arranged and the deal was done, needless to say he wouldn't budge a penny on the price - I did ask but felt a twit in doing so, as I new full well it was worth every penny.
I asked my brother-in-law if he would take us up there and I don't know if he was more excited about it than us, but anyway, it was really good of him, as we were a nervous reck by the time we got there.
He had arranged the visit at his home, what can I say other that very impressive! We pulled up to the gates and he let us in, drove up the drive and there was Dolores, top down and breath taking, while I was flushed and mesmerised by her magnificence combined with the disbelief that in a very short time, we will be driving away in her.
There was a Bentley Continental; Flying spur under the huge open front wooden and tiled roof car port and alongside of that was a Rolls Royce but other than that everything became a haze.
We took a walk around Dolores, a look inside and I sat inside and that was a test drive and then went about paying for her! Yep … decision was made to have her from the very first phone call, so I didn't need to take her out for a spin and anyway, tell me this, what do I know about Bentleys anyway?
The next two hours were an absolutely harrowing nightmare and no papers were even signed yet so the story goes on ...